In the cozy warmth of the room, Estelle lay on the bed, her fingers intertwined with his, a dreamy halo in her eyes.

The late afternoon sun was warm and soft, carrying a touch of lazy mystery as it prepared to hand over the sky to twilight.

She was so lost in his kisses that time seemed to dissolve.

Jonathan suddenly sat up, his lips lingering on her ear, his voice husky, "I had a blast as a mercenary, but what about the days spent with me?"

Estelle's gaze cleared slightly, a hidden smile in her eyes, itchy from his kisses, she couldn't help but dodge playfully, "Mr. Lamont, can't your heart be just a tad bigger?" "Can't!" Jonathan nipped at her collarbone. "Spill it!"

Estelle stared at the ceiling light and murmured, "What do you think?"

"Are you happy?" Jonathan looked down at her intently.

Estelle was sincere, "The joy you give me is unparalleled!" Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website

slow smile from

it's already

can make it

That night

She had escaped an afternoon

foyer, leaning against the wall, her eyes scanning the dim, silent living room, suddenly feeling a wave of ennui. Pulling out her smartphone, she hovered over a certain contact, tapping to open the chat where she'd invited him for coffee a few days ago. Her finger hesitated,

friends; they couldn't exchange pleasantries as friends do, and she certainly wasn't about to tell him

him, she had no desire

was severe; thus, she was friendly with everyone, yet

perfect balance of

to bother someone without

silently, pocketing her phone, and walked into the

up to see the silhouette of a man smoking on the

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255